Holy Blossom

The flower was a human stretching in the first light of the sun, restrained by the length of its branch 
The blossoms of the tree enveloped the trunk, shading it from the world 
The trunk shrivelled and cowered in disgust, suffocated from the cascades of cherry blossoms 
The boy gently stole a blossom from a branch on the tree and wafted the fragrance from the stigma of it, smiling 
The tree stood tall like a soldier struggling through war